Vince Staples & Michael Uzowuru - MATLOCK lyrics

rate me

Guys don't fight anymore!

They used to fight, but they don't sit anymore!

Guns, all about shooting!

Take them out!

Turned down niggas get their bitch shut at

Catch your baby momma slipping at the laundry mat

Got the old crowd chilling like.. back

My arm is strapped blades where Bonzy at

Got them wishing at the way that they see a nigga fail

Rather see me in jail, than doing... like the white folk

They didn't want my... still sipping

Leave a tip on the timber as I serve you niggas

I still ride around the city like I'm murdering niggas

That hoe is getting roughless... no lines preserved

Heard that enthusiasm just a lil bit

We ain't fucking around with the... but they're still equipped

Warfare, gorilla clips, hold that throw back yards

Go... chick, your son is got low jack!

Find your baby in the crib

run up and in that blow and blow up that lil mother fucker...

Is it wrong if I say I'm feeling better than

anybody has ever been?

Every bone chains, that's some skeletons and pelicans

You rap niggas tend to fear, you ain't really send this shit

If you wish, let your... butt like cheap pants

I tell my niggas see safe, cause the big chain

Most the niggas telling you to practice what you preach fake

You never talk about the dirt that you do

Cause interrogation...

And real niggas don't play by the rules

We just go hard in your front yard with the tools

Let them... all, we got the cage dropped

Riding all around your city with the cellphone

Real niggas don't play by the rules

We just go hard in your front yard with the tools

Let them... all, we got the case dropped

Riding all around your city with the cellphone, nigga